His name was Jerry, but everyone called him Jukie. A nickname he earned by tagging along with his older brothers to local bars and juke joints in the dusty Appalachian coal camps that his nomadic family bounced between. While his brothers were...
“I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.” Carl Jung Over Thanksgiving my husband and I looked through some old pictures. We came across photos of the house we built in Charlotte which spanned from the first day we moved in until...
We decorated our tree tonight. My order-loving husband hid his eyes in the kitchen and busied himself with sanitizing the already clean counter tops as to avoid watching the kids put 70 ornaments in the same one foot square again. Watching them like...
There are a few simple things about my life that blow my mind. Living in a house with rose bushes, being able to whip up a cake from ingredients that I just happened to have in the pantry and having enough underwear and socks to make it a couple of...
What is truth? Can we overly-informed modern day people have some sort of compass to gauge truth? For millennia philosophers have been debating the concept of “truth.” What is it? And who says one man’s version of reality is actually the ultimate...